A Second Chance

Omake 4 Part 1

A/N: Heelo fellow people!! I'm hererererererere! hoho It's been so long, and I was not only busy with school and updating Bittersweet Flames, I was wondering what and how would the last omake be before I end this fanfic book =w= (Shameless advertising: If you're bored, do give BSF a read, thank you :D)

This omake is a little special. On a side note, it can be considered a small arc for this book, which may be divided into a few parts. Updates are a little on and off as this school term is slightly cramped and hard *sweats* I'm ded

I hope you will enjoy this last special omake. Thank you for following me on this journey from the start to end! And thank you new readers who have just joined and read this book recently! I can't be anymore happy than I am now :)

Omake 4 Part 1 – Singularity

A new day means another day of the norm.

"This is insufferable."

The day started out with Kunikida holding his temple as he sat at his desk, letting out curses after curses as they spewed out from his mouth.

"Those idiots are late again! This is the XX time in the f*c*ing month!!" Kunikida slammed his hand on his desk, his eyes glaring at the desk opposite him. The person who was supposed to sit there has yet to arrive.

Yes, another day of the norm.

"How many times have I told those bastards that they have to be on time?!" Kunikida opened his notebook, flipping to a page where it indicated which member was late for which day of the month.

There was one particular name that was written far more than others.

--Osamu Dazai.

"Those assholes are really trying to break my nerves...!"

"I feel like that statement was meant for me too..." A voice called out, "I'm not late, please have mercy and give a fair judgement. Since I didn't come from the dorm, I couldn't pull him with me here."

Kunikida looked up from his notebook and looked diagonally to the left—to the desk that was beside Dazai's one. He saw the look on her face and let out an exhausted sigh. It had only been thirty minutes into the operative hours of the Agency but he was feeling exceptionally tired.

"... Not only is that bandage wasting machine late, that idiot crying tiger is also late!" Kunikida yelled, his eyes turning ferocious. "He had caught that suicidal maniac's lateness virus!"

Tsukiyomi raised a brow before she stifled a laughter. "Lateness virus? Can you say that when you have caught the temperamental virus?"

A vein throbbed on his neck and he shot a glare towards the heterochromia eyed female. "You of all people—!"

"Me?" Tsukiyomi pointed to herself, cutting him off inbetween.

"—Should put your husband in check! That bastard is just fooling around during work too!"

Tsukiyomi blinked her eyes a few times before his words registered into her mind. "H-Hu-Husband!? No way!" Her cheeks heated up.

"If he's not your husband, then what is he?!" Kunikida pointed a finger at her. "The two of you have been with each other since the start and doesn't leave each other side even on jobs! If we don't consider it as husband and wife, then what is it??"